For a while, Dylan could relax in the afterglow, kissing Dave long and slow, one hand curled lazily behind the older man's neck. There was a chilling wind, but he didn't notice it, he felt warm and happy. At the end of one such kiss, he pulled back a little laying his head on the bench, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths that gradually slowed. "You're beautiful." He muttered, and propped himself up on his elbows, eyes opening again.